Sunday, 25 March 2012


It was a different place every time. He drove three hours or more, looking for a hotel he hadn't already been to. He was ashamed of what he did, but couldn’t stop. Same story, every time.

Mess up the bed, call for room service. And then just watch the maid.


Still writing for that top secret 55 word thing. Shhhhh.

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